Here’s a little tidbit I learned a month ago from one of the local TV weathermen: In mid-July, Minnesota has the highest average humidity in the entire country. Even more than Florida and Louisiana and some of those other notoriously humid states. Pretty cool, huh?
Minnesota has been experiencing a late August hot and humid streak for a few days now. Yesterday it got up to 94-degrees which isn’t all that hot, but when you add 82% humidity, it sure feels hot. I’ve always been able to adapt to that stuff pretty well, so I headed out for some extensive gravel riding. I felt great while riding on those narrow roads through cornfields under the hot sun. Therein lies the trick humidity plays on you. Everything is fine and dandy as long as you’re moving, but as soon as you stop, sweat starts pouring from every pore you’ve got. And it keeps pouring. And you don’t quite realize how much you’re being dehydrated.
I had planned to write something about it here on Cycle365, but two things prevented me from doing so: 1) I figured that, between Rich and I, you’ve surely seen enough corn pictures, and 2) when I got home I didn’t have enough oom-pah-pah to give my fingers such a workout on the computer. Yes, I was worn out but overall I was just fine. Yet, The Feeshko was so worried about my uncontrollable sweating and my exhaustion that she brought me two cold bottles of water and forced me to drink them and even suggested taking me to the doctor. She’s so cute.
Today is supposed to be the last day of this hot and humid streak, but I’ll tell you a different streak that is still alive and well . . . my consecutive days of cycling streak. It must be well over 160 days now. I should start thinking about some kind of celebration for when I reach the half-year mark.
Anyway, now it’s time to move on to today’s bike ride. There was a nice mix of pavement, gravel, and dirt, but this time I directed myself toward the cooling shade of the forests near the Mississippi River.
Get ready, here come the pictures.
Oh yes, the Caribou Coffee pictures were some great stuff, but the best part of my ride began a few hundred feet below that Mississippi River overlook. Check it out.